Wale — Talkin Shyt

[Verse 1: Bun B] Melotic persision, agravated asalt on the mic I do what I like Bitch, it ain't my falt We put the salt in them fresh woonds, and shake up your gass tanks Bananas in your tail pipes, fuck what your ass think [Verse 2: Wale] And nigga, my last name mean I ain't failin OG Jordan, when I'm walkin, I hope they eyes hurtin like Amarian Bitches be on it, you act like it's a problem I tell you, motherfuckers, it's important [Verse 3: Bun B] And this is the ghetto story, out of your position Your ass is bound to fudge it Up like a diaper, your hiper cause you need to be I tend to keep it mello, but maybe that's just the weed in me [Verse 4: Wale] Indeed I am conceited Please eat, I need to speak my peace The boy so swov, they won't believe in me Brought Bun B with me Got VC with me Ain't nobody wack, anyone I feature with me [Verse 5: Bun B] You need beats like Swizz Beatz if you even think of reaching me You bout to make the orange piece, and ya'll will seese to feast Take your milk money, and your train too Heat it in yor face, cause ain't nothing you can say to me [Verse 6: Wale] Nothing that I can't do, smokin on that can't move So high, I'm walkin on stars, no Bape shoes Call up Hey Soose, pull up in that gray Coope My bitch is bad, and she thicker than that naked juice [Verse 7: Dre] I laugh a lot, mo back when I used to be with the souls of mischef Dreams of hoes and riches, but the game cold, kinda like Christmas